Tag: fiction
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November 20, 2009 04:03 PM EST --
This week's genre is “ Your choice” .
The story should be 100 words or less and written for the following prompt:
It's time for those Thanksgiving stories. . . .
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November 20, 2009 01:49 PM EST --
Friday, OVER COFFEE, Caridad Pineiro.
I want to welcome back New York Bestselling Author, Caridad Piñeiro to Over Coffee. She writes Paranormals, Romantic . . .
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November 20, 2009 01:33 PM EST --
The following is a short story (734 words) penned toward the Wednesday Writing Essential's exercise for the week of 18 November 2009.
Tobin's Wisdom --
Alicia’s name . . .
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November 20, 2009 06:30 PM EST --
Orbs
Like the orbs of soap from my daughter's bubble pipe,
I feel you grow within me,
cell by cell
and plasma after new plasma.
I wrap my arms around myself
knowing you . . .
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November 20, 2009 12:29 PM EST --
In the desolate remains of Las Vegas, Detective Payce Halligan and her new partner Gavin McAllister must stop a serial killer who may be hiding an even greater evil...
That's the . . .
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November 20, 2009 12:37 PM EST --
“OK its 2 minutes to midnight; everyone ready?” Shiasta looks around the circle of her closest friends. Their faces glow with golden reflections from the candle light that fills the . . .
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November 20, 2009 12:55 PM EST --
I forgot to take screenies of my progress on day 17 and 18, but I did screenie my progress report which shows my word counts, so it's all good.
So! Day 17 and 18 came and went with little difficulty. . . .
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November 20, 2009 02:16 PM EST --
BluQuill Publishing, LLC
Phoenix, AZ
info@bluquillpublishing.com
BluQu ill Publishing, LLC has released THE CURE, a medical thriller by new author Antoine . . .
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June 17, 2008 06:06 AM EDT --
Mary rolls her trash down the driveway alone now that Nolo has died; decades of Saturday night dancing, summer swims and afternoon tennis are behind her; these days, ladies come to lunch or . . .
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November 12, 2008 07:21 PM EST --
I already have the two movies on DVD. They were super cheap, and both were together in one box. Now I want the entire original TV series. I love that family. They make sense to . . .
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November 19, 2009 04:53 PM EST --
Apex Magazine seeks Poetry Editor: by Jason Sizemore http://bit.ly/3Mbho5
We recently published a poem titled “After, Thoughts–A Pantoum” by John C. Hay that drew some praise . . .
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March 15, 2008 05:01 PM EDT --
MaryBeth tugged at the rip in her father's tattered denim jacket and remembered the last time she wore it - it was a year before her father died, when she wore a sailor's cap and blue . . .
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March 20, 2008 02:59 AM EDT --
There's so much to say - yet, so little we've said.
We do not talk, you and I. There's a hush, a chill that surrounds the air we breathe. Sometimes I see it . . .
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March 21, 2008 05:23 PM EDT --
It happened the summer I found the rabbit lying in the road, hit by a car, his legs broken. He couldn't be saved, yet I had to try.
It was then I knew the marriage couldn't be saved, . . .
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March 22, 2008 09:58 AM EDT --
Just when I need you all so damn much.
I'm soldiering on as best I can, taking care of the children, the house, bills, work.
Mother's off her meds again; . . .
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March 24, 2008 05:13 PM EDT --
The refrigerator hums along in middle C.
As I was slicing an onion, I cut myself; my blood oozed and became a rivulet; the juice ran to the cut like maggots debriding a wound.
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April 06, 2008 09:53 AM EDT --
In my attic, beyond the cobwebs and ancient tapestries, past the gunmetal grey filing cabinets that line the walls, is a room of my own. It is where I write. It is not a writing shed, though that . . .
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April 14, 2008 05:18 PM EDT --
In my attic, beyond cobwebs and ancient tapestries, past gunmetal grey filing cabinets that line the walls, is a room of my own. It is where I write. It is not a writing shed, though that would . . .
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July 01, 2008 12:16 PM EDT --
The shiny blue van in front of Mrs. Bradley's house leaves when we leave. Are they following us, and, if they are, why do they bother? To follow us to the ice cream store or the grocery? . . .
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October 04, 2008 10:45 AM EDT --
The night before I went back to Maine we spent in your apartment in Evansville, lying together, naked, being. It was sensual and not sensual. I would soon be married and you would be off to . . .
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